Did you know this?" he asked."No," I replied. But I lied. I discovered Furuyama's existence throughManga. I thought he was a fictional character, an o...d master tattooartist whose work was often woven into supernatural themes of a Mangaseries I had become addicted too. I had pestered a Japanese national,who was a field-tech at work, and my only real friend at the base,about whether these type of tattoos were historical or just afabrication of the incredibly fertile minds of their Manga authors.. “I could grab you some.” Bob looked up at me as if I had just announced I was an inbreed alien. “What?” I asked. Are you okay?” he said. “Sure, why?” “Well, normally you would either just go get it and make me drink it or tell me to get some myself because my legs are not broken.” He paused and looked at me. “Are you sure you are okay?” “Of course I am okay. If you are going to make a big deal about it get your coffee yourself.” I said heading out the door to the restrooms. I could hear him. One of Father Sal's strengths was he knew the right time to actcounterintuitively. Most people would try to ignore the comment and justhope the person went away. Father Sal responded, "Jesus would findSmitty's good enough to frequent, so I do also." Oh, the high and mighty priest is comparing himself to Jesus."Raising his voice some, Father Sal said, "No, I am trying to emulateJesus. I am a priest and Jesus is our role model. We patterned our livesafter his so it makes sense for me to compare. "I think the word you are looking for is, hot!" she grinned, before she then began making herself some breakfast.For the next hour we sat in the kitchen eating, and chatting, and every so often I would sneak a little look at her when I thought she wasn't looking, until finally she said she was going out into the garden, and then did.At first I was eager to follow her out, but then something in my head said wait a minute, so I casually sat staring at the television for a few minutes trying to.